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Shy Glizzy – Lonely Vibes Lyrics

Lonely Vibes By Shy Glizzy

I know that you miss me
But you got too much pride (Oh)
[?]

I heard another n---- got left last night
That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a n---- said my homie died
Feel like the realest of ’em all, I’m on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

Ayy, let’s call baddies, you ain’t got none
Ayy, my Nina glizzy is a Tefflon
Ayy, you play with Gigi, get your head blown, -own
I was on the move and now he dead and gone
They took thirty and it killed my soul
I do anything to protect my bros
I’m trappin’ bags but you ain’t tryna go to war
Just send the addy, bet we pop up at your door
Imagine mama puttin’ yo a-- down in the floor
Shoot you with my Rollie on, like b---- it’s time to go
They call it Glizzy ’cause them Glocks is what we tote
I sold that s---, goin’ in your nose, bro these street s--- all I know

I heard another n---- got left last night
That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a n---- said my homie died
Feel like the realest of ’em all, I’m on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

All rats go to Hell, you know it ain’t no tellin’
And you know what they say, that all thugs go to Heaven
We got trey-57s, Glock 9s and MAC 11s
Don’t matter where I go, it’s still forever Trey Seven
I got n----- pushin’ melon
I just make the dab, call my n----, he a felon
I turned him to a damn boss
All them lame f-----’ with me, f--- they think I’m playin’, dawg
It was a big shoot out and you got caught in the damn cross
Got me sweepin’ the whole block, yeah, like a damn mop
Skrrt off in a stolen Lamb, we call that a Lamb chop
Two b------ on the West side, make ’em s--- the same c---
Hit ’em from they best side, I think they got the same dock, uh

I heard another n---- got left last night
That’s why I gotta keep a heater on my right side
Woke up to a phone call, a n---- said my homie died
Feel like the realest of ’em all, I’m on my lonely vibes
I, I get so high
Oh my, I get so fly
Blood all in my eyes, I seen real life
I seen thugs cry, I seen doves fly

I know that you miss me
But you got too much pride
[?]
Then love me like [?]
Ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh